Night had fallen, filling in the corners and spaces with darkness. A surgeon, child, and a guard all sit in a small room, looking through many small documents.
“It has to be him! Flintus10 is the Druid!” exclaims the guard, Zaithemaster. “It all makes perfect sense!”
“Now now,” replies Pandarsenic, the surgeon, “There are laws that must be followed. We must hammer him, under the Noble's laws, lest we be hammered oursel—”
“There's no hammerer LEFT!” he yelled back, crossing the room. “I can kill him right now!” smashing his fist into the wall.
“He's not a simple Elf,” said the smallest one, a charismatic child by the name of Karlito. “He's the Druid. He killed our Hammerer in a fight. Do you really think one man can kill him?”
Suddenly, a lone, cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, holding a long knife that glowed in the lantern light.
“No,” replied the figure, “I do not.”
He lunged across the room, aiming for the small child. Pandarsenic pushes him out of the way, ducking below the table. The figure slashed, making a small gash in Karlito's forehead. He landed and turned again, pouncing to attack. A spear blocked the knife.
“Reveal yourself, Druid! Show your face, Flintus10!” Zaithemaster shouted, holding back the attacker.
A chuckle came from the figure, removing his hood to reveal Flintus10. “It still won't help you kill me.”
He threw the knife at Zaithemaster, hitting him in the arm! The spear blocking the Druid falls. Flintus10 pulls out another knife, this time smaller, and attacks again! Pandarsenic covers Karlito, waiting for an attack...
Zaithemaster acts fast, raising his spear and catching the hood, holding the Druid back with all the strength he could muster in his right arm. The Druid grabs the spear, shoving it into the Guard's stomach. Pandarsenic manages to escape out the door, with Karlito in tow, blocking the door behind him. Flintus10 pounds on the door, then turns on Zaithemaster. He picks up the spear on the floor, bashing Zaithemaster in the face with the blunt side, then stabbing it through his foot.
Flintus10 then stabs Zaithemaster into the stomach. He doubles over in pain. Flintus10 turns to leave, only to feel a sharp pain in his back. He falls to the floor, the knife in Zaithemaster's arm now in the Druid's back. The Guard painfully removes the spear from his foot, using it as a walking stick to Flintus10. He holds the spear up...
Flintus10 swiftly uses his leg to shove the knife upward and inward Zaithemaster's chest. He dies, falling forward, and, unable to crawl, impales the Druid in the neck, killing him.
And so, the Elves treacherous plot had failed.
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